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I reblog things I can never have, I reblog places I can never go to, I reblog things I could never say to you, I reblog things that make me laugh, I reblog things that have been bothering me, I reblog meaningful lyrics, I reblog things that I could never put into words.
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I may be the reason for us breaking up, but you’re the one who tore us apart.
I sit here, shaking and trembling, wondering what has become of me. I wonder why I’m still here. What’s my purpose? You’re numb, nothing hurts anymore. Physical Pain is for youngsters, Emotional Pain is for me. These scars cut me too deep.
I think all of us want to feel something that we’ve forgotten or turned our backs on because maybe we didn’t realize how much we were leaving behind. We need to remember what used to be good. If we don’t, we won’t recognize it even if it hits us between the eyes.
What happened?
We were close friends, then became lovers. We were in love, when we broke up we promised to stay as friends, look at us now. You also promised that you would take me out for my birthday, just the two of us, I guess its just another empty promise. What happened? I know I was the one to break it up, but you were the one who tore us apart. You havn’t even acknowledged that I’m alive.
I thought maybe just on this one day we could put aside all the things in the past. But I guess it was just all wishful thinking.
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12543.) i just keep hoping you’ll break up with her. then bypass the other girl and come to me. i fucking had you first, i had you first.
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12549.) Even other people see us to be perfect for each other. The only thing that’s missing are your feelings for me.
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Maybe he’s wondering why I quit calling. Maybe he’s actually missing me… maybe he’s thought about calling me. Or maybe right this moment he’s sitting in his room laying oh so casually on his bed, talking on that cell phone of his and tricking another girl to fall in love with the sound of his words, and I’m not a glimmer of a thought in his mind.
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I need you to remember who I am.
I need you to know that it hurts.
I need you to realise what you’re doing to me.
I need you to show me you still care.
I need you to be there when I need you.
I need you to prove that I can trust you.
I need you to love me the way you used to.
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